Good Stuff/ Bad Stuff (& the Bettie)

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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You know what’s a good way to wake up? In a ridiculously fluffy bed in a château or gâteau or whatever with a view of the Alps and little blue birdies tweeting through your open window and you can hear the ‘klonk, klonk’ of the bells they hang around the sheep’s necks out in the fields to be all quaint and picturesque and crap. Maybe have an apple-cheeked girl named Tatiana bring you breakfast.

You know what’s a bad way to wake up? Clutched to the bristly armpit of a Krungerian who’s sprinting down the passageway making for one of the last life pods with the power conduits overloading and exploding in sparks that rain down on you singing your neck and burning little holes in your shipsuit and you can hear the ‘wheeeeee, wheeeeee’ of an alarm that means nothing good is about to happen. Hearing “I’ve brought you waffles” first thing beats nine kinds of tar out of hearing “containment field breach is imminent” and I don’t give a rat’s keister what’s being contained. If it needs a containment field, you do not want a breach, no matter what. On the upside, my bud T’russla, the Krungerian I mentioned, is a heavy worlder and can run like anything in a standard G. I wasn’t even slowing him down.

And was it my fault I was being carried rather than running myself? No. Here’s a tip people: if your hab is being overrun by coucarachas that eat metal, do not take the bounce tube. Sure as anything, right as you get to the end, the buggies will eat right through the power leads and the inertial dampers will cut out and you’ll whang yourself a good one on the coconut, knocking yourself out. In an emergency, always take the stairs.

You know what’s fun? Atmo diving on just your repulsors.

You know what’s not fun? Atmo diving on just repulsors that are “powered” by SinkKoils™ when you’re not the one driving and there’s no screens and the restraints were built for Krungerians and you’re just a little Earthboy and you’re getting shaken around like a small thing getting the tar shaken out of it. The landing is also not great thrills either. Especially when you hit swamp so the repulsors really have kop-all to repulse against. But swamps are soft, so I didn’t die. Yay.

Although “Kali’s nipples!” is a pretty good swear. Our pilot ripped that one off just before we crashed… I mean “landed”. Its complementary swear “Shiva’s foreskin!” wouldn’t get kicked out a lock, either.

You know what’s fun? Hiking along with your friends knowing at the end of the day is a hut or a pub or something waiting with a big-assed bar. And maybe some waffles.

You know what’s not fun? Running for your life because the planet you just crashed on is pretty much on fire as far as you can see with only one download padd map for everyone and you ain’t got it. Up ahead there’s supposed to be a knob of rock that probably won’t burn. Only which way is “ahead” anymore? So you just run and run and try to keep the blur of the guy ahead of you in sight and not to puke your guts into your e-mask. Having your e-mask not be adjusted right and the big crack in it was just gravy. That way I knew there was lots and lots of sulfur compounds in the air around me. I learned something. Huh.

You know what’s fun? Climbing the termite pyramids on Heydon’s Reach to catch a zeppelin fish as they glide by. After you had a big breakfast of waffles and there’s going to be a bar stop at the end of the day.

You know what’s not fun? Standing on the top of a rocky knob while pretty much the rest of the planet you can see is on fire and you have a leaky e-mask so you’re about to pass out but look! Up in the sky! Yakuza caravels! They’re coming to save us! I hear the slave life is a hoot. But the Yaks would explain the coucarachas. And maybe the fire that herded us all to the top of this rocky knob for easy extraction en masse. Or that could have just been touched off by the reentry-hot pods rolling up against burnables. My money is on the Yaks. I wonder if they feed their slaves waffles before they sell them as rock miners?

You know what’s fun? Seeing Bettie scream in under the Yaks’ caravels and touch down hot to gather everyone up and get gone.

You know what’s not fun? Yakuza caravels have guns. Big guns.

You know what’s nice? Bettie goes real fast. Even when she’s all mad about being “abandoned” in the bays while I “scarpered off with my friends”.

You know what else is nice? Meeting up with a Krungerian friend of yours and swapping a couple kegs of kleef for a bale of qat-t’chu’terga.

You know what’s not fun? Meeting up with a Krungerian friend of yours and swapping a couple kegs of kleef for a bale of qat-t’chu’terga and then losing all the qat-t’chu’terga (and he lost his kleef) because the Yakuza decided your friend’s ship needed to be eaten by bugs so they could scoop you all up and sell you for a nice profit.

You know what’s fun? Getting away from the Yakuza and then stopping at Shashona on the way back. Ha ha! Waffles and qat-t’chu’terga!
-Rue.

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Well, I’m with you on the waffles.

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Rue is either on sugar overload from eating waffles or he’s been nukin’ peeps and smelling the fumes again. Whichever it is, he’s feelin’ no pain right now I’d say.

I just answered the phone. The person on the other end said “Are y’all open today?” Like I woulda answered the phone at work if we were closed. Somebody just reminded me it’s a federal holiday to day. I think it’s celebrating the first official presidential fart in the Whitehouse or something like that. Federal employees are always getting days off for stuff like that. So, we get no mail today. How will I survive without my daily credit card offer.

I made a great meatloaf yesterday. I made meatloaf, butterbeans, mac & cheese, cornbread and peach cobbler for lunch yesterday. It was good. I have a meatloaf frozen in my freezer (as opposed to frozen in my oven, I guess) cause I always make two meatloafs cause my meatloaf recipe calls for making either one freakin’ huuuuuuuuuge meatloaf or two smaller ones. So, I got a spare for a couple weeks from now when it’s meatloaf time again. Spare meatloaf can be a good thing.

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Ah, rue, ya ate a bunch of bad-for-ya stuff yesterday during Daytona, dinnit ya? We keep tellin’ ya that’ll give ya nightmares.

Ya know what’s fun? Seein’ your daddy recovering from very scary surgery. Ya know what’s not fun? Havin’ to drive fifty minutes each way so you can run to the grocery store for $50 bucks worth of stuff Grampy and Gram need but can’t get out and get for themselves.

Well, I know that’s pretty lame in comparison to rue’s adventure, but my imagination isn’t nearly as fertile. I bow to you, Master.

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Tuppy glad to hear your father is doing ok. YAY!!! And good for you for being willing to do all that driving just so Grampy and Gram can have the stuff they need. That’s the kinda good stuff that comes back to ya.

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I too am happy to hear that Grampy is on the mend, Tuppy.

I’m here at work too. Since most of our customers are US Navy/Coast Guard, I don’t expect too much business over the phone. But Happy Monday to y’all anyway.

Another thing that’s nice - I was the first person to put CD information on the iTunes network. Friends of mine gave me an advance copy of their new CD, and when I was burning to the harddrive at work, the info screen came up empty. So I filled in all the blanks, and submitted it. Of course, it’s not a nice as waffles on some alien distant planet, but it’s good enough for me on a Federal holiday.

(And Rue, that’s what you’ve been waiting to post since Thursday?)

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I’m pretty sure that waking up in (on?) a gâteau is not a good thing, although it could mean you had a pretty interesting time the previous evening. Now if you wake up in a *cadeau you might be Richard Pryor.

And it’s good to learn that the Yakuza will still be around and doing well many years from now. That reminds me, for whatever reason, that I saw a new Miyazaki DVD is being released soon or has already been released. Maybe I dreamed that, can anyone confirm?

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Hey Swampy, you said this:

last week.

I just wanted to say (here, because last week is dead to me!) that I don’t think you’ve ever really given any TMI info. Yeah, you skirt the border of TMI Territory, but you don’t really paint a word picture of your TMI activities. For this I thank you. But we can all infer just what you mean because we’re all adults and we, you know, know stuff.

And dang if you aren’t “the cute one”. I think after all the girls, you’re just the cutest MMPer we got. After all the girls and then Ex. All the girls, Ex, and Shibb too. But you’re still up there in the cute department. Definitely in the top half. Or at least the top three quarters. Maybe seven eighths. But you’re still cute, so you have that going for you.

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Yes and no. The idear popped into my brain last week and I wrote some up. Then it sat for a couple days and I wrote more. The final polish didn’t hit til this morning. You can’t rush Art, you know.

It comes out Tuesday Shibb. That’s what the commercial I saw this weekend said, anyway.

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The word “butterbeans” always makes me laugh. Or if not laugh at least smile. It’s a funny word that way. But I like to eat butterbeans. Back when I lived in Haralson, Georgia (pop. 144) – which I jokingly called a suburb of Senoia (pop. 1738) – there was a restaurant in Senoia that had a recording of the day’s menu you could call so you’d know what they were serving that day. The lady that read the menu always sounded really bored with the whole exercise; but it was a riot to listen to her rattle off the list of veggies, which usually included butterbeans, speckled peas, purple hull peas and steamed carrots. Although “rattle off” implies more energy than she was able to muster. I guess she didn’t so much “rattle off” as “slowly list” but I don’t really know a word that conveys the molassas-in-winter-like pace way she read off the day’s offerings. Their veggies were good; but they always overcooked the meat, so I’d only get breakfast foods or the veggie plate.

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I can really get behind this post, waffles are good! And fun to say! Waffle, waffle, waffle! I never understood why they got all over Kerry for waffling, seems to me that a president who can make waffles would be a good thing. To heck with diplomacy, just invite those foreign head honchos up to the White House and serve 'em some waffles and badda bing badda boom you got world peace!

Don’t serve those toaster waffles though, that would have the complete opposite effect. No, no toaster waffles unless your idea of a good time is a nuclear holocaust. Hmm … don’t anyone show this to the current administration, we don’t want to give them any more ideas.

I made Chicken and Dumplings for my boyfriend this weekend. I used Paula Deen’s recipe but I did things in the wrong order and made the dumplings too soon and then they all got stuck together by the time I was ready to drop them in the broth. So I had to reroll them and cut them out again and I think they were a little chewy. I also used too much water because I ended up with more liquid than chicken and dumplings and it was too much to thicken. But it didn’t taste bad and the boyfriend ate 3 bowls. I decided to freeze some of the extra broth and maybe I’ll just throw some regualr noodles in there at some other time. So I need more work on my dumplings and need to use less water next time. If there is a next time.

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Oh, there was no blame in my voice on that post. I was just surprised that you were able to restrain yourself from sharing this with the world as soon as it percolated to the top o’ your skull.

That’s all I’m sayin’.

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Great post, Rue, and the sort of thing I needed today: violence and distraction and waffles.

What’s a bad way to wake up is knowing you are going to the vet to have your good buddy put out of his pain. It was the right thing, after a very protracted illness, and my ferret Badger is running with his friends.

In lieu of hugs, please lift a cold one to Badger, who was the Terror of the Household when young, and the pampered Buddy when old, and who among us wouldn’t choose that?

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Homebrew you lived in the greater Senoia (pronounced S’noee) area? That’s sorta kinda my old stompin’ grounds. Well, in as much as I considered west Georgia my stompin’ grounds cause I rambled around all over the place when I lived up thataways. And to think, you were so close, yet so far away. Sigh

Rue I like being considered in the top seven-eights of cuteness. I don’t know what Ex looks like cause he won’t post any pitchers of himself but I gotta agree with ya on Shibb’s cuteness. I’ve seen yer pitcher too and you got the cuteness goin’ on too.

-swampbear (One of the MMP Cool and Cute Kids)

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**merrily[/.b] I’m sorry for your loss. I’ll bet Badger was a great ferret friend. I’ll toast him rightly this evening. Heck, maybe I’ll even have a waffle for breakfast one morning this week in Badger’s honor.

Here’s to ya Badger!

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I’ll lift a cold one later, but I will also play the “Badger, Badger, Mushroom” song later for my kids and we’ll do a special dance in his honor. It will be a fitting if not wholly dignified tribute.

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OOH Shibb, excellent idea. I got “Badger, Badger, Mushroom” downloaded on my puter at home. I’ll play it and do the dance in honor of Badger too. That’ll be a cool tribute!

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merry, good on you for doing the right thing for Badger. Sometimes our furry friends live on beyond their endurance just for us. We have a responsibility to see that they are delivered from sickness and pain.

swampy, you’d definitely be in my yearbook and “class cutie.” :wink:

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:smack: AS “class cutie”

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Computer has been brought back to life, although it has fainting spells.

Rue, why does the Little Woman let you have sugar? That was really, really weird.
We got something like eight feet of snow yesterday. Okay, six inches… but it was snowing horizontally when I let work with Friend From Work, who is hereby and even without his girlfriend’s permission elevated to the position of Jewelry Husband, or maybe Attacks Things Randomly Husband. He does both. He’s becoming a jeweler, and boy does he randomly attack things. Like Driving Husband and Mr. Lissar. Mr. Lissar is like a special bonus Inspector Clouseau because he has two Catos, not just one.

So as we were walking back with the snow blowing straight into our faces we loudly discussed how nice it is to live in Canada, where the weather is so clement. And we decided that the cold and the snow are worth it because we don’t have chiggers and almost all our bugs sensibly die, instead of living forever and getting huge.

So that was yesterday.

Maybe Jewelry Husband wants to build a snow fort today. After I do the laundry.